Friday Poetry: William Wordsworth

Happy Friday!

How is everyone’s December going so far? I am slowly putting our decorations up for Christmas and it is helping me get into the festive mood. As you can see I have also started reading festive poetry.

 

from The River Duddon

The minstrels played their Christmas tune

To-night beneath my cottage eaves;

While, smitten by a lofty moon,

The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,

Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,

That overpowered their natural green.

 

Through hill and valley every breeze

Had sunk to rest with folded wings:

Keen was the air, but could not freeze

Nor check the music of the strings;

So stout and hardy were the band

That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.

 

And who but listened? – till was paid

Respect to every inmate’s claim;

The greeting given, the music played

In honour of each household name,

Duly pronounced with lusty call,

And ‘Merry Christmas’ wished to all!

 

William Wordsworth

 

Happy Reading

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Friday Poetry: Myra Cohn Livingston

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has some good reading plans for the weekend.

My chosen poem this week is about the Earth and how we want to keep it and not destroy it.

 

Prayer for Earth

Last night

an owl

called from the hill.

Coyotes howled.

A deer stood still

nibbling at bushes far away.

The moon shone silver.

Let this stay.

 

Today

two noisy crows

flew by,

their shadows pasted on the sky.

The sun broke out

through clouds of grey.

An iris opened.

Let this stay.

 

Myra Cohn Livingston

 

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Friday Poetry: Yeats

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has some good books planned for the weekend.

Yesterday I went to Cosford Royal Air Force Museum, I do enjoy looking at all the planes through history and I remembered this poem so thought I would share it with you all.

This weeks poem is by W.B. Yeats. Yeats wrote this poem in 1918 towards the end of the Great War.

 

An Irish Airman Foresees his Death

I know that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above;

Those that I fight I do not hate,

Those that I guard I do not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross

My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,

No likely end could bring them loss

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,

Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,

The years to come seemed waste of breath,

A waste of breath the years behind

In balance with this life, this death.

 

W. B. Yeats

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Happy reading.

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Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare (Review)

Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare

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About the author

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William Shakespeare (1564-1616) was an English poet, playwright and actor. He is widely regarded as the greatest writer in English history. He wrote 39 plays, 154 sonnets and other verses.

Blurb

Venus and Adonis is Shakespeare’s narrative poem about the love of the goddess Venus for the mortal youth Adonis, dedicated partly to his patron, the Earl of Southampton (thought by some to be the beautiful youth to which many of the Sonnets are addressed). The poem recounts Venus’ attempts to woo Adonis, their passionate coupling, and Adonis’ rejection of the goddess, to which she responds with jealousy, with tragic results.

Review

I decided after reading Twelfth Night that I wanted to read more Shakespeare and so reading through his list of works I thought I would go for something that I have never heard of before from Shakespeare and this is what I chose. Sadly I was rather disappointed.

I will be honest it started off well, I soon got into the flow of the poem and was enjoying it, but then it just kept going. It seemed to go on forever and I will be honest before the end I kept checking to see how much more I had left to read and even contemplated giving it up.

This really was not for me and I think it was mainly due to length, I just felt that it could have been shorter and although the language was beautiful and a lot of innuendos were clearly in the text it just seemed to be a bit waffly for my tastes.

All in all this was not my cup of tea and I think I will stick with Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets in the future. Only 2 out 5 Dragons from me this time.

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Friday Poetry: A. E. Housman

Happy Friday!

This weekend there are a lot of Remembrance services and parades happening so I have chosen a poem by Housman who wrote some of his most famous poetry during the Great War. This poem helps remind me just how young so many of the soldiers were.

 

Here Dead We Lie 

 

Here dead we lie

Because we did not choose

To live and shame the land

From which we sprung.

 

 

Life, to be sure,

Is nothing much to lose,

But young men think it is,

And we were young.

 

A. E. Housman

 

Happy reading.

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Friday Poetry: Coleridge

Happy November!

This poem is from The Devil’s Thoughts by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 

 

The Devil’s Thoughts

From his brimstone bed at break of day

A walking the Devil is gone,

To visit his little snug farm the earth,

And see how his stock goes on.

 

Over the hill and over the dale,

And he went over the plain,

And backward and forward he switched his long tail

As a gentleman switches his cane.

 

And how then was the Devil drest?

Oh! he was in his Sunday’s best:

His jacket was red and his breeches were blue,

And there was a hole where the tail came through.

 

Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

 

Happy reading.

 

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Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween Everyone!

I hope you all have a nice spooky book to read and celebrate halloween with.

 

I have chosen a little poem to celebrate.

In the Dark, Dark Wood

In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house,

and in that dark, dark house there was a dark, dark room,

and in that dark, dark room there was a dark, dark cupboard,

and in that dark, dark cupboard there was a dark, dark shelf,

and on that dark, dark shelf there was a dark, dark box, 

and in that dark, dark box there was a … GHOST!

 

Anon

 

Happy spooky reading!

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